Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Midnight Waltz Underneath the velvet midnight sky, Stars whisper secrets, moonbeams sigh, We find a world where dreams take flight,
By Vinnu Rana2 years ago in Poets
Drenched in Love In the gentle whispers of the rain, Underneath the sky’s tender refrain, We stand together, hand in hand,
vast discoveries through you and me. grateful for love that sets me free. anchored to you, now safe to explore. in the light of your love, i crave no more.
By adaiah ★2 years ago in Poets
In your presence, I am a yo-yo, spinning on a string, drawn close, then flung away. Your touch, a fleeting warmth, like the sun breaking through clouds,
By K F2 years ago in Poets
The synchronization of our tongues Ripens my soul out cold like a forbidden fruit The garden of eden deepens the paradise of a disturbed land of rejected creatures like myself. The fire burns in my eye's and the smoke storms around my soul. You'll make me cut my wrist... Bleeding passion Bleeding from a dead body's spirit Bleeding enough life being manufactured from my soul. You're the cause of intimacy crawling out of my breath I guilt trip into your self kept arms The explicit ecstacy crawls it's nails into my scattered heart. The pain cuddles under the sheets of my grievery. I'm into her better than the suicidal thoughts slavering her. Let us birth a love goddess Let us become our own death Let us be a new profound knowledge of the hidden breeds Share my casket with before we're two inventions down the History book's. Let us scar each other until there's no skin to porch. Hypnotized beings drenched with each other's entity Troubled by destiny befriending their past animosity. Our words weigh heavy burdens on our shoulder's. Dying like art has had enough with our shaded minds I've got your soul signature burned down my spiritual path. Let us sit and watch as time grows besides us We're taken care of it so well that it holds our memories No one comes between us except the winds blowing through our transparent bodies. My solely awkward nature to show love is the reason behind the trust issues I posses. Burned bridges, old stitches, trapped in a maze wickening. The deepening desire salvaging my thirst of loves ignition That burns the forest, my demons are currently hiding in It's an exploited scene, we both slaves of this critical illness. I write a scripture with a bleeding dragon heart, knifed words through an imparted paper that loosens twisted auras. I feel dead inside with a psychological prove that we're interpreted to be. It's the love you can't change even if the the emotional Rollercoaster is a road to hell. Let's glance through the glass while it's empty because our hearts don't fit. With lack of experience to further comprehend our durability Maybe as one or many survivals Away from each like two head raged English man on a blood stained war zone trying to stop peace from being the only atmosphere. Your my religion because I keep praising your flaws from your soul. Undeniably a cynical character Undeniably a sophisticated quote I keep as an apparition for my tainted mind.
By Irvin 2 years ago in Poets
I trusted you with my front and my back. No questions with your repetitive evil. Allowed my guard to be down Its Very dark at the end
By Serafina2 years ago in Poets
Letting you go is the hardest thing For me to do, it hurts to breathe Each heart beat is agony Alone I must survive So that you can thrive
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
i’m shattered and ripped apart by the light you allow me put in your eyes. you’re so open to me because i ease your pain,
You asked for more time, and I gave it to you. You asked for more visits, so I came to see you often. You asked for more affection,
By Isla Griswald2 years ago in Poets
Orchestrate the moment with conduct Waiting with the sense of curious A letter of a promise Lose the sense of curious Lead without desire
By Tristin Crawford2 years ago in Poets
She loved every detail about him She even loved his little quirks because they are who he is, but she never got to beg for him to stay
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
When the night grows wild. You will be happy with me. In one of those opulent locations. Bolstering our affection! When the tempests arrive,
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
